In search of a way forward, we began to look at the entire stone chamber again.

The fat brother lit the torches in the whole stone room, the torches burned vigorously, according to the fat brother's words, it burned for five or six days, and the flames were still very strong, I speculated that the torches were coated with some grease, and when they burned, they emitted a very greasy aroma.

I'm trying not to gasp for breath near the fire, and if such an evil stone chamber smells poisonous, or if there is anything strange, we will be attacked again.

This time it's much easier to observe, and you can see the whole picture at a glance. It is an octagonal stone chamber enclosed within fifty meters square, with eight passages at the eight apex corners, the same as the passage we went ashore, with a stone pillar hanging with white fox skins in the middle, and a mountain of white bones and miscellaneous items scattered among the white bones on all sides.

The stone chamber has eight walls, each wall is divided equally from top to bottom, and there are a total of eight groups of sixteen murals, the murals have no signs of oxidation, they should be some kind of special pigment, if they are not mixed with minerals or organic matter, they should fade in a few seconds. Of course, no one here understands the specific expertise.

After careful study, I arranged the eight groups of murals in order.

On the first wall, there is a young man and an old man, the young man is wearing the clothes of ethnic minorities, rabbit skin hat, short leather jacket, thick gray leather pants, large cotton shoes, and a tall jujube red horse standing behind him. The boy held the reins in one hand and stretched forward with the other, in a position of receiving objects. In front of the young man was an old man in a white robe, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a blood-dripping scimitar in his hand, which was the one on my body, and on the blade there was a human eyeball. The picture is vivid, and you can almost see the two exhaling their breath.

The whole painting depicts the old man gouging out his own eyes and giving them to the young man. The identity of the young man is obviously more noble than that of the old man, otherwise he would not have picked up the precious eyeballs dug out by the old man with one hand.

The following picture is very familiar to me, the boy sitting in the middle of the woods, surrounded by blue ghosts that seem to be humans, gathering towards the boy, and behind the boy a huge skeleton is tearing at these ghosts, just like what I saw in the park that morning.

On the second wall, a general in silver armor, followed by countless cavalry, stood on a hill far away from the city, looking at the city from afar, as if he was going to start a war against the city.

The following is a picture of them attacking the city, there is no enemy in the city, judging from the clothing, all the dead on the ground are their own cavalry, and the enemy outside the city in the distance is attacking the city with artillery. The general in golden armor stood there with a smile on his face and a calm expression, facing his soldiers, as if waiting for them to die, and some of the soldiers who had died, with blue souls already out of their bodies, walked towards the general. No matter how you look at it, he looks like this general, who wants to deliberately kill his own soldiers and then absorb them.

On the third wall, one is a man dressed in a costume similar to that of a Mongolian nobleman standing in front of him, holding a square object in one hand, which seems to be a jade seal, and in the direction he is facing, there are many craftsmen in aprons, gathered in a pile, also studying another jade seal.

The other is outside the gate of a certain city, where this man kneels in front of a gold-armored general, holding a tray with the same jade seal on it. The sergeants standing on either side looked at the kneeling people, and some of them extended their thumbs in praise.

On the fourth wall, a group of people carrying large bags and small bags are climbing a snow-capped mountain under the leadership of a boss in a luxurious winter coat and fur hat.

The following is a group of people who salvaged a lot of them with nets from Tianchi, and some of the black dragons we saw were killed after they were salvaged. The young boss stood in front of the Tianchi in the snowy mountain, looking at them in the direction of the fingers of the people next to him.

On the fifth wall, a man and a woman sit in the forest, surrounded by colorful butterflies and birds, and a hundred flowers are blooming. The man's right arm was on the woman's shoulder, and the two were obviously in love, and the woman's face reminded me of my little sister.

There seems to be no connection below, or the man in love above is riding a horse, followed by a group of horseback riders, and the horse's hooves are galloping after a white fox, ready to shoot with a bow.

On the sixth wall, a man in a straitjacket holds a black scimitar in one hand and a book in the other, like a recital in a Qing court opera, the kind of folded page, and as the person takes a fighting pose, the book flutters in the wind. He stood in front of an ice wall with two evil beasts sealed in it, and he also made a tiger pounce on him.

Below is two evil-eyed beasts, one in front of the other and one behind them that seem to be walking, and the man in the straitjacket is riding on the body of the one in front.

The fresco on the seventh wall, which has no protagonist, shows a group of craftsmen building a palace with their own duties, and some Taoist priests and monks among them.

Below is our stone room, a fox hanging on a stone pillar, and below are the craftsmen, soldiers, Taoist priests, and monks crawling towards the fox. Some even climbed up from the water, as if they were people who had drowned in the water, and the corpses were also crawling.

On the eighth wall, there is a funeral procession on the top, the momentum is huge, we see the front of the procession, near and far small, and the tail of the team cannot be seen in the painting. In the lower right corner, two carriages are staggered, one walking out of the procession and the other inside the procession, both pulling the same sarcophagus.

The last one is the backyard of this Wangtan Temple, where an evil eye beast guards the well.

The four of us looked at the murals of the entire stone room in one go, as if we were watching an art exhibition.

I twisted my tired neck, but I had a vague answer in my mind. So I told the three of them my analysis.

If the protagonist of the whole set of murals is the same person, then combined with the inscription of the temple plaque, this person must be Dorgon, the founding father of the Qing Dynasty, because the war years are described here.

When Dorgon was young, for some unknown reason, an old man gave him his eyes and gave him a scimitar, the one I had at my waist. When Dorgon got the eye, a blue skeleton was attached to it, feeding on the souls of the dead.

He marched to war, and once brought his own soldiers into the encirclement, and fell into the enemy's empty city plan, and when his own soldiers were killed, he could absorb these souls.

Dolgon once obtained a precious jade seal, and he asked the craftsman to make a fake to present to the commander at that time, according to the history books, Dolgon's boss at that time was Huang Taiji.

Then Dolgon led a group of people to climb the snowy mountain to the heavenly pool, to catch that kind of black dragon, there were many at that time, and the ones that were not satisfied were killed, and in the end one should have left the most ferocious, dead under the poisonous palm of the fat brother.

Then there is Dolgon, who was bewitched by the vixen, and fell in love with the vixen like me, and later he saw through and killed the fox, and if it weren't for my experience, I wouldn't have been able to understand the mural. When I talked to the fat brother, I didn't mention the reason I saw.

The back should be a myth of Dorgon, saying that he can subdue two three-eyed beasts alone, which should be an interpretation of the beast carving in this temple.

The mural on the seventh wall is probably telling the process of building this underground palace. In the end, those who participated in the construction were killed with the fox's demon eyes. And this demon eye can not only charm the living, but even those who drown in the river will be attracted by it. This also confirms from the side, why do those thousands of human bones exist in various dynasties, it seems that they are all corpses drowned in this river, which is a bit supernatural, but after experiencing that dream, is there anything that can't be believed now?

The funeral painted on the last wall,I don't know if it's Dolgon's.,He didn't appear in the picture.,It should be his funeral.,I can see the small details in the lower right corner very clearly.,It should be a steal of the beams and columns.,Dolgon's real body should be buried in this underground palace.。

The crowd did not contradict my analysis. After my explanation, it became clear that we had entered the tomb of Dorgon. If there is a grave, there will be burial goods, and the fat brother is already gearing up.

But which of the seven roads in front of you can get out? That's what I care about the most.